A/N: ...I told you so...
One more chapter to go~
I am not sure if I got my point across in here. If you didn't get it, I explained it in the Author's notes.
Song 9: Welcome to My Freakshow – Nomy
-onesided- RusLiet
He smiled excitedly, trying to decide what to wear.
Today was going to be a beautiful day!
He was going to make a friend!
Not that he was sure of it, after all things could always go wrong, but he had been watching this particular person from afar for centuries! And now they could be friends! He could fee it in his veins. This was going to be a happy day, and being happy meant that he wouldn't have to be lonely anymore!
He quickly buttoned up his tunic, humming under his breath to himself all the while, thinking about his friend. Maybe he could tell Ivan why he felt like this every time they were close? He suspected it must have something to do with them both being nations – this sudden flutter of heart and heating up of cheeks and feeling so wonderfully warm.
Perhaps they could play together in the sunflower field he had stumbled upon last year? Ivan hoped the cold would not bother his new friend too much.
Hmmmm~
He bounced slightly, unable to contain the excitement that was bubbling through his chest.
A voice from outside yelled at him to hurry up and he did so. It wouldn't be nice to keep his friend waiting, would it? Besides, every one said first impressions were important.
Just before bouncing out of the tent, he stopped, leaning towards a sunflower in a vase kept near his bedroll, his features softening.
"I am coming, Toris."
With an added spring in his steps, Ivan Braginsky bounced to the battle field.
A/N: Read that last sentence, if you haven't gotten it. Does anyone honestly 'bounce' out to the battle field? And bring friends from there? I emphasised Russia's cracked psyche here (tried to at any rate-.-;;). And those 'feelings' he talks about are indeed love, poor Vanya doesn't know it since its his first time – hugs Vanechka – .
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